Fools in Love

18- Noah

Noah

I sat in the car of my building's parking garage for a solid fifteen minutes after dropping off Sam. I thought about the way he still made my body feel like it was on fire from just his touch. Or how kissing made the bats in my stomach go wild. Or how fucking badly I wanted to be inside him.

But Sam wanted Ben. And whether there was a part of Sam that wanted me too, he chose Ben. And that killed every fluttering bat in my stomach. That was the reality check I needed. Sam and I weren't getting back together.

I sighed, turning off car, and heading up to my apartment.

Had I known who was waiting for me in my apartment, I wouldn't have sat in my car for so long. Because when I opened my front door, a waft of very familiar perfume invaded my nose. And sitting on my living room couch with my roommate, the Perfume culprit.

"Kaitlyn?" I questioned with a surprised laugh.

"Noah!" she exclaimed, basically jumping off the couch and running towards me to wrap me in a hug.

I hugged her back, "How are you? It's been forever," I said into her still very long blonde hair. Kaitlyn was my ex, my first love. I broke up with her my senior year after realizing I had feelings for Sam (and other reasons). It was weird and awkward between us at first, but we remained friends, better friends.

"I'm good," we pulled back, "I've just been thinking about you and I have some free time. My school is closed for the week for 'remodeling' I guess," she explained with a smile.

"You can definitely stay here, I can take the couch or-"

"Or she could stay in my bed," Ciera chimed in with an innocent smile that I knew was far from innocent.

"Oh, um," Kaitlyn started hesitantly.

"Ignored her, you can take my bed," I assured Kaitlyn.

"My bed is comfier, love, so you're welcome anytime," Ciera said, getting off the couch and headed to her room.

I rolled my eyes at Ciera. "So," I walked over to the couch and Kaitlyn followed. "How do you like cosmetology school?" Kaitlyn had taken a gap year after graduating high school before she started beauty school.

"Oh, I love it! I'm finally in phase two, which is on the floor and I actually get clients. Phase one is mostly text book and working on mannequins. Once I reach 900 hours, I can do the make up and eyelash corse," I loved how excited she sounded, even her intense blue eyes lit up.

"Hell yeah, maybe you could cut my hair," I said half jokingly.

Kaitlyn shuffled my hair with her manicured nails, "Yeah you need one."

"Hey," I swatted her hand away, "it's not that bad."

Kaitlyn chuckled before giving me a knowing look. "So... little birdy told me Sam attends the same college as you," she wiggled her eyebrows and that time, I rolled my eyes at Kaitlyn.

"Mhm, and who's this 'little birdy?'" I assumed Carter because I knew Sam and him were still friends and Kaitlyn and Carter were good friends.

"No, one." Yep, Carter. "How's it been with him?"

"What makes you think I talk to him?"

She gave me the I'm not stupid look. "Because you two are like magnets; you can stay away from each other."

"Say that while he's kissing Ben," I muttered bitterly, as I reached towards the coffee table where an ashtray laid. There was half of a joint in there which I relit using the lighter sitting next to the tray and took a hit.